A Second Home
A SECOND HOME BY HONORE DE BALZAC Translated by Clara Bell DEDICATION To Madame la Comtesse Louise de Turheim as a token of remembrance and affectionate respect. A SECOND HOME
I
I was happily at work this morning among my butterbeans--a vegetable of
solid merit and of a far greater suitableness to my palate than such
bovine watery growths as the squash and the beet. Georgiana came to
her garden window and stood watching me.
"You work those butterbeans as though you loved _them_," she said,
scornfully.
"I do love them. I love all vines."
"Are you cultivating them as vines or as vegetables?"
"It makes no difference to nature."
"Do you expect me to be a vine when we are married?"
"I hope you'll not turn out a mere vegetable. How should you like to
be my Virginia-creeper?"
"And what would you be?"
"Well, what would you like? A sort of honeysuckle frame?"
A SECOND HOME BY HONORE DE BALZAC Translated by Clara Bell DEDICATION To Madame la Comtesse Louise de Turheim as a token of remembrance and affectionate respect. A SECOND HOME